Recent interest in Male's perfume.
Mom&Dad doesn't understand why.
They think it's for someone.
But actually, that someone is me.
I like the smell.
It's nice.
It has this soft,
musky alittle,
not very masculine,
yet in a way still smells masculine enough,
to be categorise under "Men's" type
of smell.
It lingers around,
does a few magic tricks of disappearing act,
but comes back full force
when you're looking for it.

It smells like Mr Darcy. Not that I know how does Mr Darcy(Colin Firth/Matthew Macfadyen) smells like. But I like to imagine. I like to think. I like to think too much. I think I think too much.

I like my Dad's CK One perfume. I think I'm gonna steal it from him. He has his other Hugo Boss & Burberry anyway. Gah. My mom bought me Elizabeth Arden's True Love(-.-) few years back. It smells very Mademoiselle. I just a teenage girl looking for fun. (: It's like buying feilaoshi a silkygirl perfume.

B-) [I'm cool, I know I am]

So much for waking up early to study huh.

(choppy sentences. wootx)

to my very very happening half.

I lub my happening wife. Although she has MrNum now, but I still lub her. (: She should stay happy and strong, afterall, being a nurse is definitely something huge and not easily achieved and not easily done. Gah. She's hating school, and so am I, but I don't really have to go for classes anymore, as compared to her, where her new sem/term just started. It's okay, we all know school sucks. Remember during secondary 4, we had a week of cold war? I can't really remember what happened, but it was a hard week. It's kinda ironic when we were in secondary 4 and we're thinking about courses in poly. We wanted to go to HTM, but look where we are at now - definitely somewhere that we never imagined. The good thing was that though we eventually pursued different things, we still kept in touch, we met up, we chat over the phone and we say and do stupid stuff. I think it's in our blood. Then again, we're pretty telepathic to the extent that it's pretty scary. I think we're also pretty weird in the sense that we can call each other over the phone, and don't really say much. There was once when we called each other, together on msn iming one another links that have cool games and we ended up on miniclip, playing sushi roll while still on the phone. HAHA. It's probably not something I can do with everybody, because I find it a chore to talk to people when I have nothing to talk about and they keep blabbering nonstop. But hey, for me and her, it's like knowing that we're on the ends of the phone is enough. It's kinda hard to elaborate, but I think she gets my flow.

She's feeling stressed now, due to certain reasons and weird restrictions that were suddenly implaced upon her. But hey, me is just a phonecall away. You can hear me reading math formulas to you and yeah, I can hear about your brain and heart stuff(eh, I used to be very tok kong in heart&blood during bio ok. what plasma and thrombokinase and friends ^^) and in the end, we'll end up talking about shit stuff. (:

&if Mr num dares to do anything, I'll spear him end of this year(BWAHAHAHA), because by then, I would have picked up contact rugby and can tackle him in the right way, so that no major injuries will be inflicted on him and he still can amend his mistakes. Ahya, this statement is redundant, I trust my no.1 fan - in a way - at least he isn't a "monster" (you know)

Jannie, the clique, coterie, some classmates and rugby mates(including our 2 coaches and awesomest teacher incharge - MR RA), are the best things that happened in my 18 years of my life.

&chenqwahqwah, you're the first(:

<3 i wouldn't trade you for anything else in the world.

eh, you should be very touched ok, i don't think i will ever type this to any other person, not even mrbf(future) (:

Pollution, from various dubious sources.

So, as I was stumbling home yesterday, trying my best to avoid puddles of water and rain from entering my sore sore eye, I overheard this conversation between this mother and a young son, like about 2 or 3yrs - which was quite common in the first place, to begin with, if you happen to live in a HDB flat with common void decks.

Son: *refuses to open his mouth*
Mother: Open your mouth!
Son: *refuses to budge*
Mother: You better eat ah!! If not police come and catch you!!

That reminded me of the younger days when my mom would always stuff food into my mouth, unknowingly and very very randomly. HAHAHA. Anyway, I'm going off track. The thing was, when that scene was playing right infront of my eyes, I was actually thinking of another possible scenario, if I happen to rule the world, or a country.

Son: *refuses to open his mouth*
Mother: Open your mouth!
Son: *refuses to budge*
Mother: You better eat ah!! If not i send you to a JC then you know!!

k lah k lah, as you all can clearly see that I'm being really anal about school and this major dragondemonlucifersatanmrsphayjc1disciplinemasterschool thing called the A levels. But seriously, I totally hate it when people say "Ahyah, this one you brought it upon yourself what, who ask you to choose jc, when you're good enough to enter a poly?"

C'mon man, SR was mine 9th choice. To put it crudely, Imma poly reject. wootx

So I suggest you better shut your gap before I stuff it with seaweeds from sentosa island. And speaking of sentosa, peoplecouples should never go there and attempt to bop up and down in the water, it's wrong. Innocent people like me and my friends are actually suffering from this negative externality that you couples have failed to recognise. I mean, hello? do you want to play in sperm-infected water? No ah, thank you. Singapore's seasides are in a bad condition already, with your adding of 'spices' and 'herbs', it's not helping, brother. And not that swimming pools are of a better choice because they contain a high percentage of chlorine, therefore able to disinfect. In general, bopping up and down and doing unorthodox stuff under waters is really very unorthodox.

Tsk, grown up stuff. Abstinence pls. (deb, go show your power)

If I ever have the chance to be a judge......

Judge/ME: I hereby pronounce you as guilty for the murder of XXXX XX XXX and sentence you to a life-long imprisonment in a tertiary institution a.k.a. Junior College. You will take the GCE A' LEVELS 24 times, go through promotional exams 24 times and change your subject combination each time you finish your A levels. You're supposed to be an Arts Student for 12 times and a science student for another 12 times. You are not allowed to score anything below a B for your A levels, so as to ensure that you qualify for a less competitive course in the university. There will be no chance of you going on the Global Classroom trip as I refuse to spend any money on you. You have to go through torturous lengthy GP tutorials and lectures, and boring math lectures and weekly assemblies. Oh, you have to take H2 art as one of your subjects EVERY YEAR.

The school you'll be entering will be further confirmed, but till date, these are the confirmed surroundings: you'll have THAT indian security guard that refuses to allow you into school if you wear slippers or shorts (newly added), this very irritating teacher that cares for the J1s, and from what I know, he is the discipline master. A female chinese teacher that will ensure that you tuck in your shirt, an army-minded principal that will convert the school into a military camp and awesome friends who backstab, are cowards, no integrity, bitchy and fake.

Oh, and lastly, your shirt needs to be tucked just right under your breasts.

And your sentence starts, with effect from tomorrow onwards, as I am too busy for you.

Have a fantastic day.

I've been fighting to let you go.

Finally a member of LomotionSG. I swear I can't wait to snap some awesome pictures of friends and rugby. My Holga120GCFN camera is coming in about a week's time!! I CAN'T WAIT!! (somehow, I can hear lisa saying it's a waste of money)

Speaking of waste of money, I think I just did. But then again, it's not my first time anyway. I know I know, that money is hard to earn (i've experienced it before:), and that we should really be frugal and thrifty. But after much moments with self, which somewhat made me create a bunch of nonsensical logic by yours truly, I realised that by being thrifty, it really limits the amount of happiness that one can find. Okay la, it doesn't really mean that you're materialistic. It's like the thrill comes not because I'm spending money on a box of plastic, but more of the process of snapping photos, and waiting to see the results of those snaps and clicks.

SO, I said I wasted money because after further detailed research, I realised that the built-in flash light spoils easily.. Which means that if the flash dies on me, I either have to stop snapping photos in the dark and forsake the night scenery or get a new camera Holga120GN, which I think will most probably be coming soon. The difference between the one I ordered - Holga120GCFN is that 120GCFN means that there's flash, no port of external flash, made of glass lens and has all the basic functions of a Holga. 120GN means there's no flash, but there is a port for external flash! Which indirectly means that if I purchase 120GN when 120GCFN fails, I have to get the Multi Colour flash. In total, if 120GCFN's flash fails me, I'll have to spend another 90 bucks- for the flash and the camera. (I totally can hear lisa saying "WALAOEH WASTE MONEY LOR!!)

Perhaps I should start saving more money now.

And all these expenditures does not include FILMS, a very important part of this adventure with this film camera. Considering the fact that I'll have to purchase both 120mm and 35mm films and they branch out to 2 different categories - slide and negative, I think I'll be getting all - so as to find the one I can work best with.

AND THERE ARE LIKE OTHER TYPE OF CUTE CAMERAS LIKE THAT SERIES OF CAMERAS THAT ARE ABLE TO TAKE 4/3/2IDENTICAL/DIFFERENT PICTURES ONTO A SINGLE FRAME! AND ANOTHER FISH EYE CAMERA WHICH TAKES CUTE PICTURES AS WELL AND THIS OTHER POP CAMERA THAT TAKES PICTURE LIKE WARHOL'S ARTWORK. (AND I'M A FAN OF WARHOL.......)

:( IM IN NEED OF BUCKEROOS MAN.

HELLO WILLY HU YOU BETTER COME BACK FROM TAIWAN FAST BECAUSE A'S ARE COMING AND WILL BE OVER IN A BLINK OF AN EYE. WHICH COINCIDENTALLY MEANS THAT WE'LL NEED TO ORGANISE MORE RUGBY GAMES DURING THE WEEKENDS. YOU BETTER DON'T ACT CUTE AND SAY WE CANNOT PLAY DUE TO A'S, AND CALL THE J1S. I'LL KILL YOU. JIAYU AND SEOWWEI THE FARMER WILL SLAUGHTER YOU. OKAY LA BY THE TIME YOU COME BACK YOU ALSO WON'T BE SEEING THIS BUT I DON'T CARE I JUST FEEL LIKE TYPING BRAINLESSLY TO SOMEONE BRAINLESS. HOPE YOU WON'T FIGHT WITH WILD BEARS OVER THERE. THEY ARE CUTE AND SHOULD BE CUDDLED AND NOT GET BOXED - LIKE WHAT YOU DID TO THE CAN OF RED BULL ON THAT DAY. DON'T BE DUMB ANYMORE FOR GILBERT IS SOMETHING WE'RE ALL PROUD OF.

HELLO JIAJIA, SEOW WEI!!(JIAJIA'S STYLE), JIA EN, AI LIN, WO XIANG NIAN NI MEN. WO XIANG NIAN AHBERT YE SHI :(

sometimes I feel like I own the bestest friends I can ever get man.

I'm like super pissed off with everything, to the extent that I get so disgusted seeing myself in the mirror and those extra flabs are not helping at all. Everybody I see are evil and they're up to no good. I wanted to give the finger to this J1 girl who was apparently skinny, yet blocking up the entire stairway. And she freaking got the flesh to 'tsk' me and look away when I glared at her, for blocking the way and the 'tsk'. I felt like slapping one of my friend's face because she was smiling non-stop and refused to let me speak - always cutting my sentence up and gets back to me by saying "what you say just now ah?" And another who always claim to know me so well. And this other shit who apparently 'forgot' about me and now, trying her best to compensate back, AT THE WRONG TIME when I'm studying for fucked up A's. And another who goes on and on about her poor life that her mom got her a gucci bag instead of a prada, which she apparently wanted. I get so freaking irritated with myself whenever I see myself using the computer for unorthodox purposes when I should be doing some serious business like printing coloured images for art - which I don't understand why should I be printing pictures in colour when by right I should receive them IN COLOUR and not freaking black and white. I know black and white is really cool and arty farty and nostalgic at the same time but then again, not that I have alot of time to analyse how many dots to represent what colour and all those bull crap. Then then then again, why can't the freaking cheapo school just print all our notes in colour? Hello? I didn't run like mad during nike run, and in the first place, didn't participate it for fun. You got the 10k and may I have a teeny wheeny bit of it by having these fucked up notes in colour!? I know, you're saving the money for the future, but spare a thought for us NOW, like now. It might be raining soon, but it's freaking storming down here. Stupid irritating J1's are having their hardcore project work right now and they're screaming and shouting at every area possible. SAC, supposedly Student's Activity Centre has been sooooo active to the extent that there are Screams And Chats everywhere. Studying area outside the library are in a total chaotic scene. You see guys sleeping around, showing off their coin slot or their cheapo 2 for 10 bucks boxer. The library has officially turned into a pig farm of the night where people go in there to sleep, amidst those dead pigs, you get to see a minimal number of khaki panters/skirters studying (that's if they're lucky). Khaki skirters like me who enter the school at about 9plus 10 have no seats to study because according to the law, animals have rights and they deserve a place to sleep - which brings about the question WHY ARE THERE ROOMS BUILT, BUT THEN NOT OPEN FOR STUDY?! What ruby room, gold room jade room, all crap. Teachers have meetings there. Students have classes there but it's not a place for us to study!! Cos they're forever locked. Yup, they look awesome empty, awesome I tell you. The computer room is another disaster - I don't even dare to open the door for the overwhelming noise wave might just deafen me.

And I really hope that my mom could be more understanding in terms of me sleeping late to study. She tells the entire block that I always stay up late to use the computer and chat online and do unorthodox stuff, even the woman at the massage parlor, and the hairdresser and my sister and brother. She tells my brother that I go out late everyday and come back in the wee hours of the morning - when I only go out a maximum of twice a month, with the clique for birthday celebrations. I should be a total bitch and an ultimate cold blanket like when the clock strikes 7, I'll leave, if not my mother will call the police.

"Oh, by the way, happy advanced of 4 hours birthday! I gotta go! Ciao!"

I'm getting so fucking irritated with my hair and everything that gets in my way to the extent that I feel like shaving my fringe so that I'll have NO FRINGE AT ALL for me to worry about. I ALMOST fucking exploded on my Dad when he asked if I would like a cup coffee or not - like what the fuck is wrong with me man. What the fuck is wrong with me.

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare (all the xiao lianxzsxs like the end of their posts like that right) or
nobody cares about me anymore...

awww. _|_

I feel like punching something/someone, hug a person and fucking wail out loudly.

I want to sign on with the army, blog on weekends and scold vulgarites and claim "My army buddies taught me that. HAH!" im fucking kidding la.

I killed myself.

It's been so long since I felt this way.

I'm sorry,

but i'm hurting too.

Hari Raya

Few days. Been consolidating the ups and downs of this emotional cycle. Consider this down for the moment. Not even oh-sea-bass(a name lovingly coined by lisa) could help this. In fact, he was like the main cause. But whatever.

Like all minahs, I get my fair share of hari raya fun too (: & it all started out at Ada's house, with her very exciting mom (YAW!) and her younger sister who is apparently taller then Ada herself, and uhhh the rest of us too - except qianny & mom (i think) It's was super fun. Her mom's cooking is superb (don't know why Ada not like that! HAHAHAHA) & yup, it was a hell lot of F&N orange that day man. and alot of posing with Ada's kebaya together with qianny, chergoh and mom. Awesome. Okay the pics are still with qianny. taking forever. AHAHAH.

nts: must upload pics cos i look very demure. ok.

Yup, and hariraya second round at aunt's house was very fun too. My uncle is so damn hilarious. We were watching this chinese variety show which Fei-ge was hosting and he told me this:

"Ling, why his hair like caterpillar ah?"

Other than that, it was the usual nonsense I was receiving from my 2nd cousin, who is apparently the most FOC of all 3. Take photo also never take properly. he practically zoomed all the way to my face so that he could detect my pimples. idiot. Cousin-in-law was there too. TEEHEEHEE. shorter skirts = easier to walk = gooooooood.





OKAYYYYYE

The power of words, and mind.

School has been torturous. I really wish that they could just leave us alone and let us study all we want. It's irritating to the max when they want us to go back to school to have exams, and it's doubly irritating to the max when the exam scripts are not marked. Not that I'm gonna score full marks or something, but more of the mentality that they imposing in our minds - "Don't have to study, cos it's not gonna be marked" It's an f-up mentality man. :S

Even like now, I'm contemplating whether to go for math tmr. Lit is still at least writable if you didn't study, but math = GG. If it wasn't for meeting XiaoTing and ShengBiao tmr, I think I wouldn't even wanna contemplate already (:

On the other hand, despite the frustrating school that has been setting my mood in a very fluctuating graph, everything's been right. (: Mr oh-sea-ass has been a great source of my motivation and me being smiley all day long, but also a very very very good source of distraction. I'm amazed how flustered I can get by just looking at the handphone with no text. Handphone's pretty busy, spending less time on the computer --> which is a good sign. There is, of course a noticeably increase in the amount of times of being caught smiling to myself, with no explanations but just fits of laughter in the person's face. Oh well. Let's all attribute that to stress lah. Deb's been exclaiming alot over the other side, which really cracks me up. Lisa has been all cranky at my tagboard, with the disappearing footprints of deb's stalker. Wifey's back, with an extra load of 3kg(presumably) of weight gain from taiwan - mai dong xi, chi dong xi. And Mr Oh-sea-ass has just been amazing. :D I like such a life - minusing the exams and stuff, amazing.

oh, hafta include rugby and photog ;D

No.

lynette lee needs to stop procrastinating and do her work. living in denial because of the f-up art will not get her to university.

not going to a university means:

- minimal chances of playing rugby with my team mates
- death
- it's the end
- parents how?
- future how?
- money how? I still wanna be a freelance photographer (which includes a SLR cam somehow)
- money how? I still wanna get canterbury shorts, together with my suit to prevent anymore bak kwas.

WALAOEHHHH!

Alright meh?

I don't understand, is it me? Was it because I've been out of civilisation for a period of time (due to art, which is eversince 08 started) - to the extent of not knowing how to respond to very basic stuff, or probably like, not knowing that THIS IS THE WAY to respond/behave. It scares me.

I scared. (okay, shut up).

I don't really know how to put this about, blame it on my inexperience of relationships, or probably the negative perception towards it, therefore, it is pretty hard to pen(type) everything out in an open space, because people might think this is towards them, when I'm very clear that this is not for you because that certain someone doesn't know the existence of this blog, or probably the existence of me (i think) talking about him. But then again, why would you think it's you when you've done nothing of this sort? Guilty conscience? I think so too. Don't panic, I won't expose you. Haha.

I don't know leh, all the while I thought it was ethically, morally and downright wrong, but everybody seems to be doing it. Yes, though everybody may be doing, it doesn't mean it's right. But then again, if it's wrong, why are people doing it? Thrill? Psycho? Bored? Fun? Drunk Psycho - still understandable due to your mental condition, but if you're telling me you're executing these actions under a clear state of mind (which excludes drunk people although people claim that a drunkard speaks the truth, but wth lah), it's scary. It's something like, "I know this is hell and I'm still walking towards it", that kind of mentality. Of course this 'action' isn't as dire as what I made it to be, but just exaggerating things a little - for you to see the emphasis I'm desperately trying to make, but to no avail, I can't see my stand yet and tomorrow is my GP exam! OMFGJC.

Won't you feel bad? That you've somewhat betrayed your partner - in terms of having that kind of emotional and physical attachment. Can you imagine, you're in NS now, and somehow, it is supposedly claimed that you boys will call/sms your parents, important friends, loved ones, etc. And instead of talking on the phone with your boy/girl friend, you're actually on the line with another girl you recently met. Like this right, I've already formed a pretty bad impression about you because HOW WOULD YOUR GF FEEL!? She's like at home, waiting for your call and you went to call other girls. If you called your other brothers - still nevermind, But you actually called a girl that you recently met and thought she's quite cute! OMGAH. Isn't it like a mini betrayal? No? Yes? YES! To me at least, it is.

And what about the other girl that you recently just met, aren't you like leading her on? I mean, you have a girlfriend for goodness sake! And you behave you have none - 'trying' to hook this other girl up by being nice and sweet talking. WALAOEH. I don't know what you deserve, but definitely more than a slap, and a kick in the balls.

Okayokay, enough of all the crap above, but seriously, this is my question:
So, you mean it's okay to go around to ask for other girl's number when you're in a relationship?

Happy birthday lynette lee.

I'm 18!

Was shocked to find 9 candles on the cake! As in, I didn't thought of being 18 in the way of COUNTING the number of candles.

Was just telling xiuxiu that when we're younger, we always wanted to grow up and 18 was like the best age. And we're always acting mature and all those. But when you're finally 18, it's like "aiya, heck care lah. just be yourself."

Thanks to those who hugged and touched (HAHAHAHAH) and wished and gave presents. Loved everything and you guys even more. Although I really wished that I could spend time with each individual one of you - just to catch up and talk to past time, it's a waste it didn't happen. We'll make it happen soon, I hope. Love you guys.

And to the last few people who almost didn't make it on time: william, hanpin and shengbiao (/kill), THANKS :D

*dance of the frustrated mango*

Now, it's the first of October and it's Sherman's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY POTTEH:D

Deb mutilated her fringe under my "guidance"! HAHA. Scary. Now we have the same bangs, same specs, live in the same type of house at the same type of surroundings. HAHAHA :D

Thanks for everything people! & this year is new urban male year!! :D Because I received alot of num stuff and wife got a num bf! :D